A/N THANK YOU, REVIEWERS!!!! I'm going to make this chapter a little longer than the others. I hope you ppl will review and let me know you're alive out there! *hears echo* *Looks in both directions* *raises eyebrows*
After Viktor and his parents stepped out of the limo, Hermione slid through. Viktor gave her a hand up and she took it.
The castle itself, to put it simply, wasn't a castle. It was a palace, made of fine marble stone and beautiful landscaping.
Hermione stepped onto the marble stairs to the entrance with great care. It looked so much like glass that she thought it would break under her.
She followed Alexander and Annetta, walking beside Viktor. People all over, who were working one moment, stopped to nod to them and one lady even curtsied!
Hermione didn't understand what was going on. Viktor was just a Quidditch player. You don't bow to Quidditch players. What about his parents, though?
"Viktor, what do your parents do for a living?" she asked him when the nodding and bowing people had stopped doing such things.
"My father is into politics," Viktor replied.
"Your mother?"
"My mother doesn't work," Viktor told her.
"Why not?"
"Because we have all the money we need," Viktor whispered to her.
"Still, she seems like a spirited woman. Shouldn't she work?" Hermione persisted.
"Mother isn't supposed to work." Viktor stopped, then said quickly, "She doesn't have to, so she doesn't."
Hermione stayed silent this time. Viktor didn't seem to like being on this topic. He seemed uncomfortable with it.
Finally, Hermione and Viktor stopped in front of a door. Alexander and Annetta were not there. They had decided to allow their son and his friend to have some time alone.
"This will be your room. It has one of the best views in the castle. Especially in the morning," Viktor told her.
Hermione opened the door. The room was beautiful. It was decorated in a Victorian style that was popular about 100 years ago. The walls were white with gold accents. The floor was made of an expensive, light-colored wood that she couldn't place.
She looked to see the bed. It was queen-sized and had a silky canopy of white and gold. The bed spread matched the canopy with the same white and gold that was used all over the room.
"Are all the rooms like this?" Hermione asked as she felt the wall covering.
"No, actually, the next room over is deep red with black accents," Viktor told her. She looked over at him to see if he was joking. He looked very serious, but smiled all the same. "It's true."
"We believe you," she said sarcastically.
"Would you like a tour?" Viktor asked her politely. "It might take all day, but that's okay."
"I think the bathroom would be enough of a tour today," Hermione said, looking in at the bathroom. "I might need a map to get from the toliet to the sink!"
Viktor laughed. He walked over and looked into the bathroom. "Oh, it's not that big."
"It's about the size of my room at home!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Really? Wow. My parents bathroom is about double the size of this one." Viktor said, checking for dust on the walls.
Hermione stared at him. "It's larger than my parent's room."
"I suppose I'll let you rest," Viktor said, walking to the door of her rooms. "Oh yeah," he said, turning around. "Dinner's in a few hours and I'll pick you up. One question, though."
"What?"
"There's a banquet tonight and I was curious if you wanted to go," Viktor said.
"Do you want to go?" Hermione asked him.
"It doesn't matter to me. I've gone to so many of them. Do you want to? There's dancing---"
"Dancing? Really?"
"Yeah, of course. Probably not what you're used to," Viktor said.
"Dancing is dancing," Hermione said excitedly.
"You're sure?" Viktor asked, eyebrows raised.
"You make it seem like it's so bad. What's wrong?" Hermione asked him. Viktor ignored the question.
"Well, then, if we're going to go, then I'll have to get a seamstress to work on some clothes," Viktor said. "I'll go find one now."
Before he left, Hermione asked, "What's wrong with my clothes?"
Viktor walked back into her room and closed the door. "Nothing's wrong with your clothes. They're perfect, but not for the banquet. You need a dress for that."
Wow! This is the longest chapter! Woohooo! I like it to! Please, please, please, read my fic The Boyfriend. Here's the summary:
After Hermione, Harry, and Ron left Hogwarts for good, Hermione moved to Los Angeles leaving Harry and Ron in London. A year later, she's coming home for a little visit and she's not alone. She's bringing her muggle boyfriend with hopes that Harry and Ron will approve of him.
Wait! Don't shrug the fic off just yet! Here's the catch: Hermione's boyfriend is a muggle, madly in love with her, and not an OC.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
After Viktor and his parents stepped out of the limo, Hermione slid through. Viktor gave her a hand up and she took it.
The castle itself, to put it simply, wasn't a castle. It was a palace, made of fine marble stone and beautiful landscaping.
Hermione stepped onto the marble stairs to the entrance with great care. It looked so much like glass that she thought it would break under her.
She followed Alexander and Annetta, walking beside Viktor. People all over, who were working one moment, stopped to nod to them and one lady even curtsied!
Hermione didn't understand what was going on. Viktor was just a Quidditch player. You don't bow to Quidditch players. What about his parents, though?
"Viktor, what do your parents do for a living?" she asked him when the nodding and bowing people had stopped doing such things.
"My father is into politics," Viktor replied.
"Your mother?"
"My mother doesn't work," Viktor told her.
"Why not?"
"Because we have all the money we need," Viktor whispered to her.
"Still, she seems like a spirited woman. Shouldn't she work?" Hermione persisted.
"Mother isn't supposed to work." Viktor stopped, then said quickly, "She doesn't have to, so she doesn't."
Hermione stayed silent this time. Viktor didn't seem to like being on this topic. He seemed uncomfortable with it.
Finally, Hermione and Viktor stopped in front of a door. Alexander and Annetta were not there. They had decided to allow their son and his friend to have some time alone.
"This will be your room. It has one of the best views in the castle. Especially in the morning," Viktor told her.
Hermione opened the door. The room was beautiful. It was decorated in a Victorian style that was popular about 100 years ago. The walls were white with gold accents. The floor was made of an expensive, light-colored wood that she couldn't place.
She looked to see the bed. It was queen-sized and had a silky canopy of white and gold. The bed spread matched the canopy with the same white and gold that was used all over the room.
"Are all the rooms like this?" Hermione asked as she felt the wall covering.
"No, actually, the next room over is deep red with black accents," Viktor told her. She looked over at him to see if he was joking. He looked very serious, but smiled all the same. "It's true."
"We believe you," she said sarcastically.
"Would you like a tour?" Viktor asked her politely. "It might take all day, but that's okay."
"I think the bathroom would be enough of a tour today," Hermione said, looking in at the bathroom. "I might need a map to get from the toliet to the sink!"
Viktor laughed. He walked over and looked into the bathroom. "Oh, it's not that big."
"It's about the size of my room at home!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Really? Wow. My parents bathroom is about double the size of this one." Viktor said, checking for dust on the walls.
Hermione stared at him. "It's larger than my parent's room."
"I suppose I'll let you rest," Viktor said, walking to the door of her rooms. "Oh yeah," he said, turning around. "Dinner's in a few hours and I'll pick you up. One question, though."
"What?"
"There's a banquet tonight and I was curious if you wanted to go," Viktor said.
"Do you want to go?" Hermione asked him.
"It doesn't matter to me. I've gone to so many of them. Do you want to? There's dancing---"
"Dancing? Really?"
"Yeah, of course. Probably not what you're used to," Viktor said.
"Dancing is dancing," Hermione said excitedly.
"You're sure?" Viktor asked, eyebrows raised.
"You make it seem like it's so bad. What's wrong?" Hermione asked him. Viktor ignored the question.
"Well, then, if we're going to go, then I'll have to get a seamstress to work on some clothes," Viktor said. "I'll go find one now."
Before he left, Hermione asked, "What's wrong with my clothes?"
Viktor walked back into her room and closed the door. "Nothing's wrong with your clothes. They're perfect, but not for the banquet. You need a dress for that."
Wow! This is the longest chapter! Woohooo! I like it to! Please, please, please, read my fic The Boyfriend. Here's the summary:
After Hermione, Harry, and Ron left Hogwarts for good, Hermione moved to Los Angeles leaving Harry and Ron in London. A year later, she's coming home for a little visit and she's not alone. She's bringing her muggle boyfriend with hopes that Harry and Ron will approve of him.
Wait! Don't shrug the fic off just yet! Here's the catch: Hermione's boyfriend is a muggle, madly in love with her, and not an OC.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff